Page 116 of Crimson Tears

“I consider one of my jobs to be pleasing my woman, so I would say there is a lot of work about to be done, Kid.”

This has him grinning. “Funny you should say that because I feel the same way.”

Nessa glances between us with pink cheeks. “The two of you sure do a lot of talking.”

Cillian approaches her, his fingers skimming over the hem of her t-shirt. “And you sure do a lot of standing around for a girl who wants to get fucked so badly her knees are shaking.”

Well, damn. I guess we are doing this.

Nessa glares at him while grabbing her shirt and tossing it over her head. Then, she looks over at me, her features softening. “We were in the middle of something,” she says, walking away from Cillian. But he doesn’t leave, which I never expected he would. The moment he walked in, I knew this was about to be a group activity. And oddly enough, I do not mind.

How could I when Cillian grabs Nessa’s hips from behind and pushes my boxers that she is wearing to the floor in one swift movement. As he stands, his fingers trail up the inside of her thighs.

“Don’t you worry, Sweetheart. We will make sure you’re in the middle.”

He looks to me as he gets to his full height, and I nod in agreement, crowding her from the front.

Nessa gasps as Cillian’s fingers move between her legs. Then, he withdraws his hand to show it glistening with her arousal.

“Damn, Old Man, what did you do that got her so worked up? She is dripping.”

I smile, pressing my forehead to Nessa’s. “I let her suck on her favorite treat. Told you she likes my flavor.”

Cillian tsks, then presses a kiss on her neck. “Dessert before dinner, what a rebel. I think the two of us deserve a treat as well, what do you think?”

While I enjoy calling Nessa a good girl and praising her every move, that is about how far I have taken being vocal in the bedroom. So imagine my surprise when Cillian’s filthy words only make me harder.

“I think kids have to wait tillafterdinner for their dessert,” I quip, making him chuckle.

Nessa is loving it. I could swear she gets off from our banter almost as much as our touch.

I lower to my knees in front of her, bending one of her legs and placing it over my shoulder. “But old men get the luxury of a sweet treat.”

My palms spread her open, and Cillian leans Nessa against his chest, giving me an even better view. He was not joking when he said she was dripping.

Sticky arousal coats the inside of her thighs and I inhale. She smells so sweet, like a warm dessert just waiting to be devoured. So that is exactly what I do.

My lips fasten around her clit, sucking while my gaze stays on her. Cillian’s hands trail over her stomach, fingers teasing around her sternum tattoo until he finally does exactly what she wants.

The moment he pinches her peaked nipples, I grasp onto her legs firmly. She cries out, her back arching as my tongue slides between her folds, circling her entrance before licking a path back up to edge around her clit.

It drives her wild. She whimpers and bucks her hips, even when I can tell she is on the verge of pain from the effort.Thatwe cannot have. I back up and she whines.

“Shh,” I say as I stand. “I am going to give you what you need. Just not at the expense of bringing unwanted pain.”

She looks equal parts relieved and frustrated. Nessa does not want us to see her as weak. I already know the thoughts going through her head, so I shut them up quickly with my fingers brushing over her clit.

It is as if I can actually see the spiral inside her head come to an abrupt halt, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head.

This time when I pull back, she looks at me with only lust in her gaze.

“Get on all fours for us,Lisichka.”

Cillian lets her go and she obeys. He is still dressed, but watching her every move like he wants to participate.

“If you wish to shove your cock down her throat while I fuck her, I suggest you wear less clothes.”

This snaps him out of his trance, and when Nessa faces him with the same desire written in her features, he grins mischievously. His hand slips into his pocket, and he tosses me something. I catch it as it makes aclinkingsound.

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